Times are dire for Mother Russia
What does your painted eyes portend
As to the fate of your countrymen?
Why is your leaders unsettling goal
To take over the city Mariupol?
What’s to come of body, soul, mind
Heart and spirit?
The uncertainty of life and the
Inspiration to inhibit?
Embrace us all into your bright-red
Sarafan and bring about peace
As soon as you can
